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 My Three Brides

   Part 2

   Summer `68

   The summer was hot, and it seemed like it would go on forever, but that
was OK with Stan.  He was in no hurry to go back to school.  He had the
radio to listen to.  There was a lot of new music out there, and he loved
listening to it.  He would hang with his friends sometimes.  Once in a
while, some of the kids would come over and he would play.  Mostly it would
be playing with his guitar.

   But then there came the morning that Angela came over to play.  He
wasn't going to need a guitar to play her way.  She was ready.  She was
wearing a short skirt and a T-shirt.  "Come on, Stan, let's go back to your
room," she said as soon as he got the door closed.  Stan locked the door,
and they scampered back to his room.  She gave a tug on the waistband of
her skirt.  It fell down to her feet on its own accord.  While she lifted
the T-shirt off over her head.  At the same time, she stepped out of the
skirt and her flip-flops.  Stan could see she didn't bother to wear
panties. She was naked and hopped into his bed.  "Come on, what ya waiting
for?" She urged him on.

   You didn't have to tell Stan twice.  His pants and shorts were down in
no time, and considering he already wasn't wearing a shirt in the hot
apartment, he was nude in a flash.  He slide in next to her.  She flung
herself at him.

   The kisses were hot and heavy from the beginning.  It was a battle royal
over who would invade who's mouth first.  After a while, Stan decided it
was a battle that couldn't be won.  The only thing to do was open another
front.  He invaded her chest, landing on the flat plain there.  There was
nothing to defend her little areolas they were ripe for the taking.

   As Stan munched on them, Angela casually mentioned, "Last week was my
birthday.  I'm nine now."

   He lifted up his head and said, "Well, I guess we'll have to get you a
suitable present, won't we?"

   "Stan, how old are you?" she asked the older boy.

   "I'll be fifteen in the middle of August."

   "I'm not too little for you?"

   "Na, you're great," he said and went back to sucking on her right boob,
which he was doing when she interrupted him.  When he had gotten the little
nubbin to stand at attention, he moved over to her other one and gave it
the same workout.

   She was more in a hurry now.  She pushed his head down, so down on her
he went.  He ran his tongue up and down her bare slit.  He could taste her
love water that had begun to flow from her inner spring.  His tongue
explored between the lips to get at the source better.  He was licking her
out there.  Sometimes his tongue went a little wild and was bumping up
against her clit.  Not something she was going to be complaining about.

   When it seemed he had drunk most of what she had produced for the
moment, it was time to move on.  He now gave more attention to her clit. 
He was licking and kissing it.  He even took it into his mouth and sucked
on it while humming `Happy Birthday.' She was almost there.  He pulled out
his towel and swiftly tucking it under her, he moved over her.

   She had been in that position before.  She wondered if it would go in
this time.  Stan did too.  But hey, she's older now.  Maybe it will work.
Besides, he was through the cherry already with a couple of fingers.  Maybe
his dick would fit now.  He lined it up and reached down and gave her a
kiss on her lips.  He pushed forward.  Bullseye!  He went in.  He sank all
the way in.

   Boy, did that feel good.  She was so tight around him, just like he
liked.  To her, it also felt good.  She felt so full there.  But it was a
fullness her body seemed to be craving.  He gave her a second to get used
to him.  Then he started to withdraw.  He was going away after he just got
here.  She couldn't let him get away.  It felt so good with him there.  She
out of instinct flung her arms and legs around him.  She couldn't let him
get away.  But she needn't have worried.  He wasn't going anywhere. 
Because he plunged right back into her.  Then he moved back to do it again.
He did it again and again, over and over.

   Oh, did this ever feel good to her.  She could see why all the other
kids were doing this.  It was fantastic.  It was only getting better as
Stan pumped into her.  She felt him change speeds sometimes, other times he
was varying the depths he was going in her.  Sometimes he just moved around
a bit, sort of like changing the angle of entrance.  It was all good to
her.

   If having him inside her wasn't good enough, she could feel herself
building up.  She knew the feelings Stan gave her with his mouth.  This
seemed to be even better, when it finally broke on her.  If she could think
a rational thought, she would have to say this was much better than what
Stan had been doing for her before.  If that wasn't enough, she could now
feel herself getting wetter inside.  Stan was pumping his baby batter into
the oven.  It was an unlit oven.  They wouldn't be baking any cakes in that
oven for a few years yet, no matter how much batter he put in there, and he
gave her a good amount of it.

   They lay together for a little bit.  She told him, "I wanted to do this
for so long."

   "You only found out about these things in the last year, less than
that," Stan said.

   "I know, but it feels like forever.  Ever since I saw Joey with the
girls, I was dreaming about it."

   "Well, how was the dream?"

   "Oh, Stan, you made my dreams come true.  I have to go and tell
Nardina."

   "Ange, you can't be telling people about this," he warned.

   "No, just her.  I'll see you later." She used the towel to wipe her
crotch and was out of bed and dressed in no time.

   She might have been quick, but she was eager.  She came over twice more
over the summer by herself.  Then there were three times she came over with
Nardina.  There were fun and games aplenty with them.  They tried a daisy
chain, like they saw Joey doing.  They even got him to do them like Joey
had done to Mirabell and Theresa, in the doggy-style switching back and
forth between them.  The girls were coming up with different ways for them
to have sex.  Some ideas Stan had never thought up before.  That is not to
mention the times the two girls spent with each other, apart from Stan.

   He was having one heck of a summer.  Carla seemed to be too.  She went
out again with whatever friends she went out with last time.  He watched
her go in that same car from Jersey.  She also got some mail, looks like
she was getting her information she was requesting.

   Just about a week before his birthday, he picked up the mail.  There was
a letter addressed to his mom.  Nothing unusual there.  But the return
address was Yankee Stadium.  Whoa, what was that?  He couldn't wait for her
to get home to open it.

   She opened it and showed him.  It was two tickets for the Yankees
playing the Red Sox on his birthday.  It was a birthday present for him. 
Now he really couldn't wait for his birthday.

   When it got there, Carla led him through the subways out to the stadium.
They went in.  Before they headed to their seats, they got something to
eat. Stan got a couple of hot dogs with onions, mustard and relish, and to
drink a big Coke.  Carla opted for a couple of slices of pizza with
pepperoni and a shake.

   They made their way to their seats.  The place looked more than half
empty.  It turned out with good reason.  The Yankees sucked.  There were
lots of empty seats.  They found their seats were numbers 2 & 3 in the row.
The aisle seat, seat number 1, was occupied by some older guy.  He must
have been fifty or more.

   He stood and his seat folded up.  He stepped back and gave them some
room to pass.  As Carla moved past him, he gave a little nod to her.  She
responded with a smile.  Stan got a look at him as he passed him to moving
to his seat.  He had short salt and pepper hair, covered by a Yankees cap.
He looked to be a rather handsome guy.  Stan noticed that the man had a
dimple in his chin.  The man was wearing black slacks and a white shirt
with long sleeves which he had rolled up a bit above the wrists.  His
collar button was open.  He had a black vest open and unbuttoned.  Just not
the kind of thing you would expect someone to wear to a ball game.  Stan
had to look down, so he didn't step on his feet.  He could see the black
penny loafers he was wearing.

   The man looked at Stan rather intensely.  Stan looked back at him as he
passed him and said, "Nice cap."

   "Thanks," the man said with a warm smile.

   Stan sat down, then looked around.  He pointed out to his mother, "Look,
there are more seats down there, that are empty.  Let's move down there."

   "No, these seats are fine," Carla said.

   "We can move down the row at least.  Those seats are open.  We can be by
ourselves." Stan persisted.

   "They are open now, but won't you feel funny if the people who have
those seats show up and you have to move and come back here?  No, these
seats are fine," she insisted.

   They had gotten food at the concession stand before they came to their
seats.  Stan looked over at the man.  He noticed the man had something to
eat too.  He was munching on pizza.  Stan could see it had sausage and
pepperoni on it.  He, too, had a shake.

   When the three of them finished eating, he said, "Let me take your
plates.  One big pile is better than three little piles when they clean
up." He took their plates and cups and put them under his seat.

   There was a vendor coming among the stands selling ice cream.  Stan
wanted one.  Carla began to look through her purse for money.  Stan saw the
man put his hand in a pocket.  He looked away at that moment.  The batter
had hit a fly ball to right field, only to be caught on the warning track.
What he missed was the man taking out his hand and placing on the arm rest
that was between his seat and Carla's.  She put her hand over the top of
his and he pulled his away.  It was then that Carla passed the money that
was now in her hand to the vendor and Stan got his ice cream.

   The game wasn't too exciting.  The Red Sox creamed the Yankees.  It was
just that kind of year for them.  As they stood to leave, he saw his mother
reach out and take the man by his upper arm and say something to him.  The
man turned reached over and smiled to her, while patting her hand with his
other hand.  He said something to her.  Stan couldn't hear what he said. 
The man turned and gave them a smile, then walked away, while Carla and
Stan made their way out and to the subway that would take them home.

   It was a week later, Stan was getting the mail, and there was a weird
shaped package addressed to him.  He looked at the return address.  It was
Yankee Stadium.  He tore open the package.  It was a Yankees cap.  It had
been a nice birthday after all, even if the Yankees sucked.  Stan wore that
cap almost all the time after that.

   Stan went back to school.  He wanted to take the second year of German.
He took a year of English and he had to take social studies.  He took shop,
both wood and metal shop.  He had the next level of voice and also guitar.
The school had a choral group.  They wanted Stan to be part of it.  He had
to arrange his schedule, they would have practice during class time, but
they sometimes did performances in the evenings at the school.  Once they
did one in Rockefeller Square at Christmas.

   His classes kept him busy, but not so busy that he didn't have time for
his afternoon concerts.  It was often Carla would come home to a living
room filled with girls.  The girls from his high school weren't interested
in hearing him play or sing.  They heard it all at school and didn't think
him anything special.  But the girls from the intermediate school were more
impressed.  The ones from the elementary school were the ones that were
really knocked out.  They were the ones that were more apt to come to
listen to Stan.

   He had his usual with Angela and Nardina.  They were also very willing
to share his bed with him after school.  Stan would tend to have his
concerts on Mondays and sometimes on Fridays.  The other days of the week
he could entertain his guests back in his room.  Often it was Angela and
Nardina together, but not always.  Some times one or the other couldn't
make it.

   There was one new girl that was joining his little fan club.  Her name
was Sophia Pucciarelli, she was new in the neighborhood.  Seems she moved
into the area over the summer, but didn't know about Stan's concerts until
school got going again.  She stayed late one day when Angela wasn't there.
Stan got the chance to talk to her.  She said how Angela was always raving
about what a great singer Stan was.  She had to come and see him.

   Stan got a chance to check her out: she was nine like Angela and flat as
well, but she was short, not quite four feet tall and must have weighed
barely 50 pounds.  Her blond hair was just past her shoulders.  She was
blond and most of the Italian girls weren't, except for Angela.  But there
was something else about her that was a bit off, Stan just couldn't put his
finger on it.  Most of the elementary school girls were sort of naïve. 
Sophia didn't seem that way.  It was like she knew things.

   One Monday, Angela was there at the concert and Nardina wasn't, turns
out sometimes she went home to watch Joey with Mirabell and Theresa. 
Sophia hung around.  Stan decided to try and turn on the charm and see
where it got him.  It got him plenty far.  He had her sitting next to him
on the sofa, as he got his arm around her she moved over into him.  When
she looked up into him, he reached down and gave her a kiss, full on the
lips.  She returned it hotter than he had given.  He responded with an even
hotter one.  She countered with her tongue.  It wasn't more than a minute
and they were in a full on tongue wresting contest.  She could give back to
Stan as good as she was getting.

   His hands of their own accord reached for her chest.  They made a few
passes over it.  He could feel her shifting around.  The next time they
made a pass over her, he realized she was pulling up her shirt for him.

   He stopped for a second and looked down at her.  "Do you wanna take that
off?" he asked.

   "It will make things easier," she told him with a teasing smile.

   You don't need to drop a piano on Stan's head for him to get it.  "Come
on with me," he told her and led her back to his room.  No point in wasting
time.  He got her back there and sat down to take off his shoes, she did
like wise.  He reached over and began to lift the shirt.  It was off and on
the floor quickly, his followed.  They plopped into the bed and were back
to where he was with the kissing, except his hands had free rein to graze
on h the flat plains of her chest.  That he did.

   He moved down to kiss and lick at the pink dots on her chest that were
only half an inch across.  He could feel that there was a contextual change
in the skin there.  They seemed to swell up with his touch.  That impressed
Stan, that he could excite the girl like that.  They became a darker shade
of pink and her little nipples would start to raise their heads.  They
carried on until the alarm went off.  Sophia was startled by it.  It broke
the mood for sure, but then it was designed to do that.  He had to get the
girl out of the apartment before his mom got home.

   When Stan was going to do his next concert, Sophia was there as well as
Angela and Nardina, along with a number of other girls.  Stan performed,
and all liked it.  As they were getting ready to leave, Sophia got him
alone in the kitchen for a minute.

   "I want to do more of what we were doing before."

   "You mean the kissing?"

   "Yeah, I love kissing.  And I love other things too.  You interested in
other things?"

   "I am if you are," Stan told her.  "We need to be careful about those
things, you know."

   "What do you do on Saturdays?" Sophia asked him.

   "I'm free, you are too?"

   "My dad works every other Saturday, I have a babysitter then who is
there with me.  But if you want to do things with me, I don't think she
will say anything about it."

   "How do you work that?  If she's your babysitter she must know what you
are up to, doesn't she?"

   "She's pretty cool with things, I don't think there will be a problem."
She gave Stan the address and apartment number and told him to come about
11 on Saturday.

   Stan showed up at the agreed upon time.  He knocked then had to wait a
bit.  When Sophia answered the door she was only in her panties.  She was
showing her flat little chest, not that Stan minded that.  Her little
areolas were looking like they were when Stan was playing with them.

   He heard a voice behind her.  "Get away from the door like that.  You
can't do that.  Come back here." It must have been the babysitter.

   Sophia had flung open the door and motioned Stan in.  He stepped in.  He
could see the babysitter.  It was Katie Poli a girl from the choir.  Not
only that, she was standing there in only her panties.  Her C cup breasts
standing up with nipples that looked wet.

   Katie saw Stan, shrieked and covered herself and ran from the room.  She
might have been out of sight but she could be heard.  She was not a happy
camper, she was mad at Sophia.  She was yelling at her to get rid of him
and get back there.

   Sophia led Stan into the bedroom that Katie had run into.  She was
trying to dress as quickly as she could.

   Sophia told her, "Don't get dressed.  I still want to play.  Come on
Katie, I'll lick your pussy the way you like it."

   Katie shrieked again, mortified at what Sophia had just said.  "We don't
do those things," she vowed.

   "Is something going on here?" Stan asked, suspecting there was.

   "Me and Katie do stuff together, just like I want to do with you.  You
do want to take my panties off me, don't you?"

   Now it was Stan's turn to be mortified.  "Umm, I don't know what you're
talking about," he said, turning red.

   Katie looked up at him, "You aren't doing things with all the girls that
go over to your place?  I heard, everybody knows that you sing and play
your guitar for a bunch of little girls all the time.  Are you doing sexual
things with them?"

   "No, of course not," Stan lied.

   "Yes, he is, just like you do things with me Katie."

   Katie and Stan looked at each other.  She spoke first.  "You can't say
anything about this."

   "I wouldn't tell a soul.  There are rumors going around school that you
were lesbian, it's true?"

   "Well, people say you're doing things with those little girls that hang
out at your place.  So there are rumors about you, too."

   "Come on guys, let's not be trouble makers, let's be friends.  Who wants
to lick my pussy?  Stan you've never seen it.  You want to?" With that
Sophia whipped off her panties and stood with her legs slightly apart. 
"Come on Stan, don't you want some of this?  Katie loves it!"

   "Look, we can be honest with each other, and keep secrets," Stan told
Katie.

   "I can keep secrets if you can," she replied.

   "We got one girl here that is a ready teddy, what say we both team up
and give her what she wants?" Stan suggested.

   "You won't say anything to anyone?" Katie asked.

   "What, and tell everyone that you are a lesbian and have a little girl
lover?  If I did then you would be telling everyone that I took the same
girl to bed.  There is no way I am telling anyone anything about what
happens here," Stan said.

   "Agreed," Katie said.

   "Yippee, let's go," Sophia said, bouncing into the bed.

   Stan knew he was taking a big risk but the sat down and took off his
shoes.  Katie saw him and pulled her shirt back over her head leaving her
in her bra and pants.  Stan continued to strip and was soon nude.  His cock
standing out in front of him.  Katie was now nude, too.  They took a look
at each other.

   He had that flat stomach with his abs showing.  His cock was a little
under six inches in length but fully hard right now.  Katie was a C cup
with large areolas that were a very light pink in color.  Her nipples were
prominent, sticking out.  Stan had as full an amount of hair as he had
grown, but Katie had shaved at least a bikini line, and then some.  Her
mons were covered but along the lips she was shaved bare.  Stan didn't mind
what he was seeing.  It made his cock twitch with the beats of his heart.
Katie while being a bit impressed by his body, was not in the least bit
excited about it.  She had never seen a male fully naked in all of her
sixteen years, and she could have easily gone the next sixty without seeing
one, and have been just fine with that.

   Together they climbed in bed with Sophia lying down beside her.  Katie
was first, she planted her lips on the girl and enjoyed her sweet tongue.
Stan, not to be denied, began to kiss her neck and her ears.  Running his
tongue around the girl's ear.

   This was having a very positive effect on Sophia.  Katie backed off and
let Stan take a turn on her lips.  She had gone down and was sucking on the
girl's areola.  That was causing it to swell even more than it had before.
Stan, not to be out done, remained with his lips on hers but the fingers
were exploring the other areola.

   Again it was Katie who ceded the ground, leaving Stan both her little
proto-breasts.  She had moved down and had her face between the girl's
legs. Her lips might have been on the girl's, but her hands were on those
little thighs, caressing them and thrilling them.

   Her chest was getting just as many thrills from what Stan was doing
upstairs while Katie was doing her thing downstairs.  They both were loving
what they were doing, but the one who loved it the most was Sophia.

   She got her first cum of the afternoon with Katie's mouth.  After she
had recovered from it, she wanted them to switch.  They willingly agreed,
Stan could now get a shot at her little pussy.  He gave it his best effort.
One not unrewarded.  But the reward went to Sophia.  She was the one
collecting cums that day.

   After a brief rest, they set out on the next round.  Katie wanted to
have her pussy licked.  Stan was more than happy to volunteer to do the
job. But Katie was thanks but no thanks.  She wanted a girl going down on
her.

   She got that, Sophia dove right in.  Stan could see this was not the
first time she had done it.  Stan later learned that Sophia had moved into
the neighborhood at the beginning of the summer, and Katie had been her
babysitter since then.  She taught her to eat her.

   Much as she liked it, she also wanted to try it with boys.  Sophia
figured that if an older girl knew these kinds of things an older boy would
too.  Then she learned about Stan.  He sang great, could play the guitar,
and was oh so cute.  She had to get him to join her.

   Stan couldn't do anything but stroke himself while he watched the two of
them.  He kind of felt like Joey watching Mirabell and Theresa.

   Katie had gotten hers, and Sophia had her cum.  The only one left out
was Stan.  But Sophia wasn't going to let that go.  She offered Stan to
take care of him orally.  She knew how to take care of a girl, but a boy
was something new.  Stan had no problem getting hard.  He had stayed hard
while watching Katie and Sophia.  His problem was not to cum while watching
them.

   Stan joined them on the bed.  Sophia came over and he gave directions on
how to do it.  What to kiss and when.  She learned how to use her tongue.
Or rather how to use her tongue on a boy.  She knew very well how to use
one on a girl.  She learned quick and had Stan cumming in no time.  Of
course, it helped that he had been priming the pump while watching Katie
and Sophia.

   It was getting late and Bob, Sophia's father would be home soon.  Katie
was expected to be there but not Stan.  Bob was the kind of guy who didn't
take well to strangers and could be more excitable than you would want to
be around for long.  Also, strange for an Italian, he had red hair.

   Stan now had three that he could count on as lovers; Nardina, who was
ten, Angela at nine, and Sophia also nine.  Some times he could still have
Tessa.  But she was getting risky unless he wanted to use a condom.  She
was now twelve, and had started well on her way to maturity.  Stan didn't
like that so much.  Mirabell was well out of range for Stan even though she
was now going to the same school as him.  She hung out with the older boys,
even ones out of high school like Joey Di Salvo.

   He arranged it so that he could have both Angela and Nardina once a week
together.  After watching Katie and Sophia together, he liked that very
much.

   The next Saturday that Stan came over to the Pucciarelli's there was no
pretending what the three of them wanted.  They shared Sophia.  Stan got a
lesson in pussy eating.  Katie let him move over close to her and get a
front row seat watching her go down on the girl.  He could see what Katie
did with her tongue, her fingers, and her lips.  He could also see how
Sophia reacted.  When it was his turn to go down on her, he tried to do the
same things as Katie did to her.  He did elicit the same reaction, too.

   At least one occasion Stan was able to get Katie agree to a daisy chain.
She would allow Stan to be the one to lick her pussy.  He did it the way
that he had seen her do Katie do to Sophia.  Katie, in turn, was licking
Sophia, which left her sucking Stan's dick.

   Stan also put this knowledge to good use when he was eating Angela and
Nardina, he was taking it a step higher in what he could do for them.  He
also got them to do more with each other, that enhanced their sex.

   There was the one day, Katie finished eating Sophia and wanted Sophia to
do her.  The younger girl was finger-fucking her older lover, with three
fingers of one hand while she was using the other hand to rub the clit. 
Her fingers were a blur, both in her and on her.  Katie was about going
into convulsions, she was cumming so hard.

   After that Sophia had to rest her hand it was about cramping up on her.
But she recovered soon enough and was able to use it jack Stan's bean
stalk. She was getting better at sucking his cock too.  She would take the
whole head in while she was licking she was making a point of working it
with her lips.  It was almost like she was chewing on it but using her lips
instead of her teeth.  When Stan started to cum, she worked her lips to
coax it out of him and get as much of as she could.

   When she did that, Katie would shutter at the thought of a guy's cum in
her mouth.  She could think of few things worse in life.

   Stan and Katie had choir practice together.  He was a little early to
the class.  Katie was almost in tears.  Gino De Luca was teasing her, "So
Katie, who's your new girlfriend?  Getting any new pussy?  We all know
you're a lezzy."

   Stan spoke up.  "What's with you?  Why are you saying such vile things
to her?  She never did you no harm?"

   "She's a dyke and everybody knows it.  Has anybody ever seen her out
with a guy?"

   "What?  She's a dyke because she wouldn't go out with you, is that what
brought this on?  If I were her, I wouldn't go out with a Neanderthal jerk
like you.  If guys like you were all the guys she had to choose from, I
wouldn't blame her not to have anything to do with you, or any one like
you."

   "You should talk.  No one ever sees you with girls our ages.  All you do
is hang around with little girls."

   "So what it is, is that your jealous?"

   "Jealous of you?  That's rich.  You couldn't get a girl if you tried. 
At least one that has finished sixth grade."

   "Yeah, jealous.  I have a lot of girls that want to hear me.  So what if
they are younger?  Did you ever notice all the girls the Beatles have as
fans?"

   "They are all older.  A lot older than your little fan club."

   "I would suggest that you check all those girls in A Hard Day's Night.
They were all ages, and some of them were younger."

   "They were all paid actors."

   "Somehow I doubt it.  I am sure all they had to do was put out the word
that the Beatles would be somewhere, and they would show up without being
paid."

   "All right, that's enough.  We are here to sing, not to degrade each
other." Mr.  Smith, the teacher said.  He brought the class to order, and
they went to practice their song.

   When class was out, Stan got her alone.  "I'm sorry about what those
guys were saying about you."

   "Well at least you didn't join them and it was nice you tried to defend
me.  You defended me even though you know it's true."

   "I couldn't let them hurt you like that.  I doesn't matter if you are
lesbian or not, you're still a person and you should be treated with
respect.  It is none of their business who you are attracted too."

   "Yeah, thanks.  Sorry they said those things about you too," Katie said.

   "Listen, here is something we can do to get them off our backs, you want
to go out on a Saturday night.  We can go as friends, but others don't have
to know that we are only friends.  If we go somewhere others can see us, it
will show you are with a guy, and me with an older girl.  What do you say?"

   "Oh Stan, that sounds great, thanks."

   Stan could see Katie was not bad looking.  She had a pleasant face.  Her
almost black hair, she wore in a braid most of the time down her back.  It
could almost reach to her waist.  As Stan had seen her naked, he could see
that there wasn't much that looked bad on her, well maybe she was just
slightly thick around her middle, but the others wouldn't have known that
unless they had seen her naked like Stan had.

   Stan planned the date, they picked a movie to go to.  Carla overheard
Stan on the phone setting it up, and the movie theater they would go to. 
She was glad to see him going out with a girl his own age.  Maybe now he
was getting away from all those little girls that used to hang around him
all the time.

   Stan got dressed.  Before he left he grabbed his Yankee's cap.  He was
hardly without it, if he could get away with it.  They arrived at the
theater, there was a line to buy tickets.

   When Stan got up to the front of the line, the girl selling tickets
asked, "Are you Stan?"

   "Yeah, why?"

   "Your tickets are paid for."

   "By who?"

   "I don't know, some guy.  He said these were for a boy named Stan who
was wearing a Yankee's cap."

   Stan looked around.  "Do you see him?" He asked the girl.

   The girl looked around.  "No, maybe he's gone."

   "What did he look like?"

   "I don't know, I don't pay attention to everyone who comes up here," she
said now getting annoyed.  "Just some older white guy.  He paid for one
adult and two teens, and said the two tickets were for a guy name Stan
wearing a Yankee's cap.  What do I care?"

   Stan took the tickets and they went into the theater.  It was dark when
he and Katie went into the auditorium.  There were lots of other people in
there.  If the guy who bought the ticket was there, Stan wouldn't know him.


   The movie finished, and they made a point of going to get something to
eat at a place they would be seen by other kids from their school.  When
they were noticed Stan took her hand.  She gave him a look, but the
expression on his face reassured her that this wasn't going to be something
she regretted.

   At the end of their date he walked her home to her apartment.  Katie had
to admit that she had a nice time.  She gave Stan a hug.  He suggested that
they do it again.  That was the start of their affair.

   The next Saturday that Katie was babysitting, Stan was invited over, and
it would look like he was helping his girlfriend babysit.  They didn't
waste much time Sophia sat on the sofa between them.  She could turn either
way and one or the other would be more than happy to swap spit with her. 
When Katie would have her lips, Stan was busy kissing her neck or ears.  He
would have his hands on her chest.

   It wouldn't be long before the kissing had to be stopped to get her top
off.  Stan would be running his hands over her chest.  He loved her flat
chest.  His mouth was all over her little areolas, licking and sucking on
them, his tongue flicking on them.

   When he finally got his chance at her lips, Katie was down on those
little nubbins.  Stan wondered how it was if she could get the girl's
little nipples to stand up.  Stan would have to learn that trick.

   When they got back to her bedroom, they all stripped and Sophia would
pounce on Katie.  She wanted those larger boobs.  Stan watched and Sophia
used her fingers to touch all of Katie's breasts, especially the
undersides. She would cover them with kisses that included licks.  It would
take her a little time before she would get around to Katie's nipples. 
Stan noticed that some times they were inverted but Sophia was able with
only using her lips and tongue to make them come out, and stand up high and
proud.  He would have to learn how to do that, even if he couldn't do it
with Katie, he could do it with another of the other girls.

   Katie went down on Sophia and Stan was paying close attention, watching
what she did, so he could do it to the girls back at his place.  It didn't
take long for Katie to be making the little girl scream.  She was wiggling
all over the place.  Katie had to have a good hold of her hips or she might
have gotten away.  Not that she would really run away, nor would she let
the little girl get away.  They were having too much fun.

   But they weren't done.  Stan was going to have to wait a while longer
before he got his turn with her.  Katie wanted her cum.  She brought along
something to help her get it.  Stan had never seen one before.  It looked
like a harness with a bunch of buckles that she got on Sophia.  Then she
put what looked a dick, one even bigger than Stan's into the front of the
harness.  Katie helped her get over her and Sophia stuck that thing in her.
She moved it in and out of her.  They went at it that way for a while. 
Then Katie stopped her and got Sophia down on her bed.  She got over top of
her.  She was moving her hips up and down, back and forth both at the same
time.  Stan had never seen sex done that way, he was use to being on the
top.  To top it off Katie stopped and turned so she was facing the other
direction.  She was riding the girl and her toy like a horse.  But doing
that got the teen off pretty strongly.

   Now it was finally Stan's turn at her.  He was sure ready.  He got her
on the bed on her back, and mounted her the way he always had with all the
other girls.  He was going at it.  Katie suggested that they try it in
another position.  She got Sophia to lay at the edge of the bed, and Stan
stood next to her and was able to get into her.  He went to sawing into her
in this new position.  While Stan was doing her, Katie was able to reach
over and diddle Sophia's clit while Stan worked the inside of her.  Sophia
got her cum first and it was enough to set him off.  He flooded her little
pussy with his cum.  That was the reason, that he had to have her after
Katie had her time with her.  The last thing Katie wanted was a mouth full
of male cum.

   After Stan had gotten off, that was all he was wanted for.  He didn't
need to hang around much longer.  But, he did talk to Katie some.  It
helped deepen their friendship.  Sophia was another thing they had in
common, but she was an important one.  They both understood that they both
enjoyed young girls.  They could go on dates and still be just friends.

   After the change of positions with Sophia, thanks to Katie's suggestion,
Stan liked doing it in different positions.  He was going to have to try it
with the other girls.

   He had a busy year, some of his home concerts were dropping off.  But he
did do a concert with choir at Rockefeller Center.  Carla came to see him.
He tried to see her out in the crowd.  He knew what she was wearing, and it
took a while to spot her in the audience.  She was so far away, he could
only find her based on her dress.  He saw she was sitting next to some man.
He couldn't see him, because of the distance.  When the show was over Carla
found him, to tell him how good they were.  She was alone.  Maybe the guy
sitting next to her was just some guy who happened to have the next seat.

   The next time he had Nardina over, he was sucking on her little flat
titties.  He used what he saw Katie do.  He was able to get Nardina's
nipples to stand up.  It was to both of them a thrill.  He got them into a
69 position and he was able to lick her pussy.  He was putting what he
learned into action.  Nardina was going out of her mind.  Stan was one heck
of a pussy eater.  She came, but he didn't stop licking her, she was going
into a second cum.  Stan had to pull his dick out of her mouth just in
case. He sure didn't want her biting down on his tool.

   He rolled over taking her with him.  He moved her around so she was now
on top of him.  He got her lined up and pushed up into her.  He helped her
by putting his hands on her hips.  She went up and forward, then back and
down.  He was able to get her into a rhythm.  They were able to cum
together for the first time.  She liked it too.  She had to tell Angela
about doing it that way.  She should try it too.

   When he got Angela there, they were busy kissing, but Stan wanted more.
They couldn't waste time, if they were going to do more.  He had done the
doggy style with the two of them, like Joey had done to Mirabell and
Theresa.  He was going to try it with her the way he had done it with
Sophia.  She lay back and he was doing it while he stood there sawing into
her.  But before he got either of them off, his legs were starting to hurt,
so he had to try something else.  He went over and sat down in a chair.  He
got her to come and sit on his lap.  They fit his tool into her shed, then
they went to work.  She could raise up using her knees.  That was working.
He was hoping that they both could cum together like he did Nardina, but it
wasn't to be.  She was first to pop.  It made an even tighter passage,
which was tight to begin with.  There were fewer things Stan liked better
than a tight pussy, maybe a flat chest would give it run for it's money. 
Just to show he wasn't upset about how tight her pussy was, he was cumming.
He gave her a large dose of his baby batter.

   It gave Stan lots of ideas, he found different ways to fuck those girls.
The more time he spent with Sophia and Katie, he learned more about how to
get eat a girl or how to have sex in different positions.  He had even more
time with the girls over the summer.  He wasn't having more girls, but the
three of them were plenty for him.  He did go on a few dates with Katie. 
They were friends, but she awoke in him a greater sensitivity.  It made him
a bit better person.  Once the summer was over, Katie said they could stop
going out.  It was well established that she must not be a lesbian, and
stopped the rumors about who Stan was having sex with.

   Summer 69

   He had a few more weeks of summer before it was back to school.  Carla
sat with him looking over the courses, planning for the year.

   "So, what do you want to take this year?" she asked.  "You did two years
of language.  You did what?  Wood shop and metal shop?  What else do you
want to take?  Remember you need US history, and more English classes. 
Here look, you can take a literature class that will count toward your
English requirements."

   "I think I want to continue with the German classes."

   "Maybe you should," Carla said.  "Your grades were good.  I would think
you're German the way you speak it and not Italian.

   "I want to take more shop.  Maybe this time I'll take auto shop.  I can
take the lit class," he said, pointing it out in the catalog.  "And I want
to take advanced guitar, and I want to continue with chorus," he added.

   "You need some more math.  Look, you can take accounting.  That counts
as a math course.  You already had the bookkeeping.  That will make a full
load for you this term," Carla said, satisfied.

   Stan had a couple more concerts in his living room for the local kids
before the school started.  But there were no girls available that he could
take to bed.

   He liked his classes.  He especially liked auto shop.  He seemed to take
to it naturally and was soon the top student in the class.  The teacher, Ed
Carson, made him sort of the teacher's pet.  That meant Stan got to do more
and more say in how things went in the class.  They had gotten an old
junked car, and were rebuilding the engine and transmission.  Once those
things were done, there were other plans for the car.  But those things
would likely have to wait until the next semester, the engine and
transmission were big jobs already.

   Guitar class was something else.  They were teaching more classical type
guitar.  He was learning different styles of finger picking.  Also, he
already could read chord charts, but now he was learning to read music.  It
was a whole different world for him.  He loved it.  The chorus was good,
Stan improved his voice.  He had a wider range in his voice and it was
stronger.  The last year they had preformed at Rockefeller Center, this
year they got to preform at Carnegie Hall at Christmas.

   German class was great too.  He could speak and understand the language
more.  Mr Brenner introduced German music and literature.  Sometimes in the
evening, the class would go on a field trip to a cinema to see a German
film.

   He liked it even more because it fit in well with him studying English
lit too.

   He was so busy with things he didn't have much time to put on his
concerts.  It meant more time, he had to take care of his needs by himself.
When he did, it was strange.  While there were several cute girls his age
he didn't think about them when he did it.  His mind would go back on those
young girls.  Those were the girls that got him hot.

   It was Saturday morning and this would be the day that Katie would be
babysitting for Sophia.  When Stan got to the building, there were a ton of
cop cars outside, their red and blue lights circling around, and a bunch of
people standing around.  As he got closer to the entrance, he could see
Katie.  She was talking to a cop.  When he got closer, he could see that
she was handcuffed.  She had tears running down her face.  He hoped it
wasn't about what he thought it could be.  If it was, they would be after
him next.  But he summoned up his courage and went up to her.

   "Katie, what's this all about?"

   "Oh, I don't know."

   The cop that was talking to her addressed Stan, "You know her?"

   "Yeah, she goes to my school."

   "What school is that?"

   "Carl Hubbard High."

   "You have ID?"

   "Wait," Stan reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet.  From
there he produced his school ID.

   "You have the same ID?" He asked Katie.

   "Yeah, it's in my purse if you let me get it.  Stan, you get it." Her
purse hung on a strap off her arm.  An arm that was cuffed behind her back.

   He looked through it, a hairbrush, some keys, eww, a panty liner, some
money with a rubber band around it, and on the bottom, her school ID.  He
pulled it out and gave it to the cop.

   He looked at it.  He looked at her face, then at the ID again.  He
looked at Stan's face, then his ID, then he held the two of them together
looking at them.  He told Katie "Turn around." She did.  Taking a key, he
unlocked the handcuffs and took them off.  He took out a pad and wrote her
name down, then Stan's.  "If we have any questions, we'll be looking for
you." He said in a menacing tone.  "You can go." He turned and walked away.

   Stan had to ask, "What was that all about?"

   "I don't know.  I went to the door and knocked because it was about time
for Bob to leave for work and I was to sit with Sophia.  As soon as he
opened the door, this rush of people poured into the room.  Before I knew
it, I was handcuffed, so were Bob and Sophia.  They made us sit on the
sofa. We weren't to talk.  But then they started asking Bob questions, but
they weren't calling him Bob, they were calling him Rory.  They were asking
him a bunch of questions.  They were searching, and they found some guns.
Then they separated us, and I was brought outside.  They were asking me who
I was, where I lived where I was from, and how I knew Bob and Sophia.  Oh
Stan, I'm so glad you came along.  I don't know what I've done.  I don't
think they believed me, that I don't know what they were going about."

   Stan whispered in her ear, "Do you think it had anything to do with us
and Sophia?"

   She shook her head no, "They didn't ask Sophia anything.  They were only
talking to Bob, asking him where he was getting money and who his contacts
were.  They weren't interested in Sophia or me."

   "Come on, let's get out of here," Stan said, then led Katie away.

   The next day there was a story in the paper.  On the second page was the
story with the headline, "FEDS NAB WANTED TERRORIST" Stan read the story. A
wanted terrorist from Northern Ireland was nabbed yesterday by the NYPD
along with agents from the FBI and Scotland Yard.  The wanted man is Rory
Maclain a member of the Ulster Defense Force.  He is wanted for the
bombings of two Catholic pubs in Belfast and Londonderry.  Several people
were killed in those bombings.  He is also suspected in the killing of two
British troops in the Ulster province there to keep the peace.  He is
wanted in the killing of an American tourist family from Philadelphia, and
stealing their identities.  Bob Pucciarelli, his wife Rose along with their
eight-year-old daughter Sophia, were killed in Belfast last year.

   Rory Maclain was found hiding under the name of Mr.  Pucciarelli, with
his daughter Shannon, as the Pucciarelli's daughter Sophia.  It is believed
that he used altered passports from the dead man and his daughter for the
two to enter the country.  Both are being held without bail and are
expected to be returned to Britain soon where Mr.  Maclain is expected to
go on trial.  His daughter, eight-year-old Shannon, was also taken into
custody.

   Stan was hopeful Sophia/Shannon wouldn't say anything to anybody about
what he and Katie were doing with her.  But it looks like she is pretty
good at keeping secrets.

   It was two months later, over the Christmas break, the neighborhood was
shocked again.  Joey Di Salvo had been shot and killed.  It was widely
known Joey was in a gang.  It was rumored that they were going to let him
into the local mafia.  There were a lot of suspects, but no good leads.

   The Carbone family was going to move away.  The reason leaked out that
Mirabell was pregnant.  It was said Joey was the father.  When those facts
got out, the police tied up the case.  They arrested Mirabell's dad,
Giancarlo Carbone, for Joey's murder.

   Mrs.  Di Salvo wanted her family to move away.  Everyone thought it was
because of the murder.  It was not only that, but word got out Theresa was
pregnant, too.  She was never known to have a boyfriend in the
neighborhood. Suspicion was quickly on Joey for that one, too.

   With all the tumult in the neighborhood, and with Tessa and Nardina
moving away, it left Stan with only Angela as a lover.

   He managed to get her over a couple of days after Christmas.  It took
him a little time to warm her up.  Not only was it cold outside, the
thought that she was going to lose her best friend, and her best friend's
brother was dead, made her cold inside.

   Stan did his best, and his kisses broke though the crust of ice on her
heart.  She loved it when he kissed her neck and even down the back of her
shoulders.  He always whispered such nice and sweet things in her ears as
he gently nibbled on them or was showering them with little kisses.

   It did get him hot when he could get his hands on her flat chest.  Once
they started they were quickly naked.  Angela had been growing as was
normal for a girl of ten.  She still hadn't reached puberty yet, which was
fine with Stan.

   He had been growing some too not only taller.  Back when he started with
all the girls he was lucky to be five inches long.  But, now that he was
over sixteen-years-old he had developed a more manly six inches.  Angela
seemed to like that too, now that she could handle a man inside her.

   Their tongues explored each other's mouth, but they were no longer terra
incognita to each other.  But that didn't matter, they enjoyed it just the
same.  Stan, as usual, couldn't wait to have his hands roaming the flat
plains of Angela's chest.  He was always good at exciting her little
areolas and was capable of getting her little nipples to rise up for him.
He paid due homage to them licking and sucking on them, to their mutual
enjoyment.

   While he used his mouth on her non-existent breasts, his hands were busy
elsewhere.  They were running up and down her tender thighs, thrilling and
delighting her.  She knew before long they would reach the center of her
girl existence.  She wanted his mouth to reach there too.  Her patience was
rewarded as first his fingers, then his mouth found their way down a now
well-worn path to a place they would be together.

   It caused her to giggle when he ran his fingertips along the crease
where her legs joined her body.  At the same time his tongue was licking up
and down along her thin nether lips.  It was making her river flow.  When
it began to overflow its banks and drip out of her pussy, Stan was right
there to clean up the mess.  He was licking it all up like a thirsty dog
left out in the desert when it finds water.  He pursued the stream to its
source.  He was Livingstone to her Nile.  The point of his tongue snaked up
into her damp cave.  Just like a snake, he flicked his tongue around in
there.  Angela relished it.  His tongue was a harbinger of things to come.

   He moved on with his mouth.  He was on to better things.  He began to
lick her clit, quick little flicks of the tongue at first.  Then it was a
more concentrated lick.  While he was doing that.  It happened as she
figured it would, Stan's finger entered her.  It slide in and out while he
was flicking her wick.  That second finger joined in as his tongue work
grew more intense.  His fingers were pumping in and out of her while his
mouth made a seal over her clit area.  He was sucking on there while
continuing to lick.

   That did it.  Angela was moaning, tossing her head from side to side. 
Her eyes closed tightly.  At the same time, she had a firm hold on the back
of Stan's head, pulling at it.  She was trying to pull him up into her
pussy if she was able.  But then the wave she was riding in finally expired
on the shore.  She was lying back as helpless as a beached whale.

   Stan moved up beside her.  He stroked her cheek when she opened her
eyes. She looked up to see him smiling down on her.  He gave her a kiss. 
She flicked her tongue at him.  He responded likewise.  She could taste a
little of herself on his tongue.  They frenched for a short while.

   Angela was ready.  She spread her legs and drew up her knees.  Stan
moved over between them.  She reached down between them, capturing Stan's
tool.  She led it to the spot in her bare garden that needed tending.  Stan
went to work.  It was soft, full, and gentle at first.  But then it became
more forceful, with shorter but mightier strokes.  Then he quit for a
couple of seconds.  Angela threw her legs around him, urging him on.  He
responded by swiveling his hips around while driving in.  He was like a
corkscrew.  She loved it.  He didn't keep that up long.  He went to long
hard, but fast strokes.  Stan's dick exploded, sending his discharge deep
into her.  That, in turn, set her off.  She was climaxing like no other
time before.  It was the best time for her, in even the worst of times.

   With the Christmas vacation over and school back in session, he was busy
with his classes.  He especially excelled in auto shop.  When it came time
to sign up for the next semester's classes, his teacher Mr.  Carson was
most anxious that Stan take the second semester course.  The main focus
this semester was body shop.  Whereas before they were working on the main
running gear of the car, now they would focus on the body of the car, also
the interior of it, like the seats.

   He also found the math in the accounting class interesting and took the
second semester course.  Carla was happy.  She said it was a good course.
It could prepare him for life.

   Now for a change, he was spending a lot of his time reading works from
around the world.  In German class, he was even reading works by German
authors, in the original German.  Likewise, his music class pushed him to
do much more than pop and rock songs.  But in studying the music, he could
see how pop songs were constructed.

   The one thing he didn't have time for were the concerts and all the
little girls that would come to listen to him.  He did sort of miss that.
It was his chance to show off to a bunch of admiring fans.  With his other
lovers gone, Angela was his one squeeze left.  There wasn't much sex going
on for him.  He still tried to fit her in when they could.

   Carla was happier to see there weren't a bunch of little girls hanging
around him all the time.  She got replies to her inquiries.  She was able
to fill out her father's side of the family tree, at least as far back as
two generations before her father.  She also found out her brother had
married, and she had a nephew.

   Summer `70

   Before the school was out, there was bad news for Stan: the Beatles were
breaking up.  He went to see their last movie.  Carla came home one day
with a copy of their last album, and the previous one, it was a gift for
him.  That was it no more Beatles.  Instead they were all producing their
own albums.

   With summer coming, Stan would be out of school soon.  As he was about
to enter his apartment, a man approached him from down the hall.

   "You're Stanley Costello." he said, more in the tone of a statement,
rather than a question.

   "Yeah.  So?"

   He held out his hand, "I'm Julio Gallo, I'm a friend of your mother. 
Let's go inside."

   "What did you want?" Stan asked as he unlocked the door.  "She's not
home yet."

   They stepped in and he closed the door, locking it after him.  Then he
moved away from it.  "I know.  I didn't come here to see her.  I came to
see you.  I understand you have been taking auto shop classes this past
year."

   "Yeah, what of it?" Stan said suspiciously.

   "It's said that you're pretty good with cars.  You're out of school here
in a couple of days?  So, maybe you'd be needing something to do over the
summer?"

   "I do fine on my own.  I have things to do."

   "This can be better.  This can be better than playing songs for little
girls.  This is something that is profitable.  Here, you go see this guy,
Dan Lewis.  He'll have a job for you.  Just go and see him.  He'll be
expecting you." He handed Stan a piece of paper with an address on it. 
Then he left.  Oddly, he looked out the door, both ways before walking out.

   Carla came in, Stan went over to her and said, "When I got home this
afternoon, your friend Julio Gallo was here.  He said he was looking for
me. He had a summer job for me.  Why would he be doing that?"

   "So, he came to see you?" She said, surprised.

   "Yeah.  Didn't you send him?  He's your friend, isn't he?"

   "Yes, he is, but I didn't send him.  Where did you see him?"

   "He was outside, just standing in the corridor.  Like he was waiting for
me to get home."

   "Did anybody see him or you together?"

   "Not that I know.  He came inside here and gave me this." He showed her
the piece of paper.  She recognized the handwriting.  "You should go and
see that guy.  He'll be alright."

   "You didn't tell him about my class?"

   "No, I didn't tell Julio about you or your class."

   "Then how'd he know about Mr.  Carson?"

   Carla smiled at him.  She went over and kissed him on the forehead, then
hugged his head to her breasts.  "Just be happy you are loved and being
watched over.  Go put this away somewhere.  You should keep this."

   School finished on Friday, Monday morning he went to see this Dan Lewis.

   "You're Dan Lewis?" he asked the older man after someone pointed him out
to Stan.

   "Yes, and who might you be, young man?" he said with a twinkle in his
voice.  Seems he always had that twinkle, Stan later learned.

   "I'm Stan Costello.  I was told to see you."

   "Ah, yes, Stan.  I'm glad to see you.  Mr.  Carson has said some very
good things about you.  He said you are a real prodigy in his class.  I
have a position for an apprentice auto mechanic for the summer.  I am told
that you just might be the right person.  Come let's talk while I'll show
you around." He put his arm around Stan's shoulder and led him around the
shop.  He showed him the garage and introduced him to several of the men
working there.

   Finally they stopped in front of a middle aged man, "Dean, this is Stan.
He is going to be our apprentice this summer.  I am going to have him work
with you."

   Dean reached out his hand, "Dean Rowen," he said.

   "Stan Costello," he said, shaking hands with the man.

   "Come on Stan, there is paper work we have to do with you.  We must do
it if you want to get paid.  You do want to get paid don't you?"

   "Yes sir," Stan replied.

   "Good, good, come on, son.  Let's get the paperwork started."

   "How much do you pay?"

   Dean gave him a figure that was twice the minimum wage.  This was going
to be a good deal for Stan.  He would be working full time.  He was
required to work every other Saturday, but when it was his Saturday to
work, he would get one day off in the week.  Usually it was a Monday, so he
could at least have a sort of weekend.  He was to start tomorrow.

   When he started, Stan followed Dean around, watching him work.  He
explained what he was doing and why.  After the first week, he had Stan
doing little jobs for him.  As the summer wore on, Stan got more
responsibility, and Dean moved back, and watched Stan work.  Stan was doing
well in his job, and the money he was making was nice.  He even told Carla
he would give her some of his earnings.  She was grateful for that.  It
allowed her to have some things she had denied herself in order to support
Stan.

   He had worked the Saturday before, so he got Sunday and Monday off.  He
was sitting around the apartment when there was a knock on the door.  He
went over and looked through the peephole.  All he could see of the person
was the top of a blond head.  He unlocked the door but left the chain on,
before moving over to the crack it left when he opened the door.  He saw
Angela and another girl standing there.  He opened the door to them.

   "Finally you're home.  I've come over here twenty times this summer and
you're never home.  Where you been?" She asked after she came in.

   "I have a job.  I was out working."

   "Oh, wow!  Are you playing somewhere, like on tour as a singer?"

   "No, nothing like that.  I work in a garage.  I fix cars."

   "Oh," she said, disappointed.  "I thought you would be a star.  You're
so good."

   "So, who's your friend here?" He said, looking at the small girl.  She
was petite.  She looked younger than Angela.  She was not quite four feet
tall, and not even 50 lbs.  She had blonde hair just past her shoulders
with blue eyes just like Angela.  Being so petite, Stan could see she had a
flat chest.  Just the way he liked them.

   "This is my cousin, Cecelia."

   "Hello Cecelia.  What brings you over?  You wanting me to play for you?"

   "I told her about you.  And I told her about the things that me and
Nardina did, and the stuff we did with you.  She wants to try it with a
boy."

   "I don't know about that.  Maybe we shouldn't have been doing the things
we were doing."

   "It was so fun.  You've been so busy and Nardina moved away.  I didn't
have anybody to do things with.  So me and Cecelia have been doing things
together.  Now she wants to try it with a boy.  I told her you're the
best."

   "There aren't any boys close to your age?"

   "No, boys our age are stupid.  They don't know anything.  You know
everything and you have a nice big dick too," she said as she reached over
to rub in through his pants.

   "How old are you, Cecelia?"

   "I'm eight," the girl shyly said.

   "She just turned eight two days ago.  I told her you would give her your
big boner as a birthday present.  Come on Stan, it has been a long time.  I
want you to put that thing in me and her."

   "You sure you want this?" He asked.  Together, they shook their heads
yes.  He led them back to his bedroom.  "So, Cecelia, you've never been
with a boy before?" he asked as he pulled out his red towel, expecting to
be getting another virgin.

   "No," she quietly said.

   "But we've been putting sharpies up her there.  You'll go in there fine.
She can't wait until she has the real thing there," Angela said, now the
little chatterbox.

   "OK, if you both really want it," he said as he dropped his pants and
underwear at the same time.  His now just over six inches long hard-on
popped out.  Cecelia got a look at it and her eyes grew as big as saucers.
"Come on, let's go, don't be dawdling you need to get naked," he said.

   Angela stripped in no time.  Cecelia turned her back and lifted off her
T-shirt then pushed her Capri pants down to reveal her pantie covered butt.
Penelope Pitstop looked back at Stan from the back of her panties.  She
seemed to take a breath then pushed them down, baring her small butt.  Then
she stepped out of her pants and shoes.

   "Come on, come in the bed," Stan beckoned her.

   She turned around red in the face with one hand over her chest and the
other over her crotch.  She hesitated for a moment then walked over to the
bed.  "I've never let a boy see me naked before," she said as a sort of
explanation.  She went to lie in the bed next to him still with her hands
covering her.  He took and put his towel under her.  He gave her a
reassuring smile as he did it.

   "I bet you never kissed a boy before, either."

   She shook her head no.

   But, Angela piped up, "She kisses real good, just that she ain't never
done nothing with a boy before.  That's why we're here."

   "Let's change that," Stan said, then leaned over her and kissed her
gently on the lips.  He didn't expect it, but he got a scorching hot kiss
in return.  Damn, Angela was right this girl could kiss.  Stan went back
for seconds on those lips.  This time he was giving as good as he got. 
They were soon exchanging torrid kisses.  No need to instruct her in the
use of a tongue.  She rolled hers out and had it in action almost from the
start.

   He reached out and pushed her hands away from her chest and began to
stroke it.  He couldn't help it he loved those flat chests.  While they
kissed he was doing wondrous things to her chest and especially her
areolas. Angela was telling the truth about how good it felt.  While
Cecelia wouldn't admit it, Angela was also right about how cute he was
especially for an older boy.

   He moved down there soon enough and lavished all his attention on those
two pink dots not bigger around then the end of his thumb.  They weren't
big, but they were loaded with nerve endings and they were all firing,
sending pleasure impulses to her brain like she never had before.  He would
lick, kiss, and suck on them.  Moving back and forth between them.  It was
driving her crazy.  Angela never got her excited like this.

   Just when she thought it couldn't get better.  He began to kiss and
caress her belly as he was working his way down.  Somehow she still had
retained that hand over her pussy.  Stan pushed it away with his chin as he
had arrived there to plant his kisses.

   He walked up and down her pussy kissing it everywhere.  There were licks
interspersed with them, that created lots of tingles in her.  Without
thinking she spread her legs, it must have been instinct.  Stan moved in
between them.  He now did a more proper job of kissing her cunt.  He snaked
his tongue into her inner lips and wiggled the tip at the small opening to
her love tunnel.  He enjoyed doing that but there were other places that
tongue needed to be.  It moved off to there directly to her clit which was
waiting for him, wanting him, needing him.  He didn't disappoint.  He gave
her a great tongue lashing.  She had cummies with Angela before, but they
were nothing like what was building in her now.

   He slid a finger up into her tight twat.  That was something.  Before it
had only been cold objects, now this was warm, and it moved on its own. 
Stan could feel she was tight, but there wasn't that barrier that prevent
him from going deeply into her.  That question settled, he could now
concentrate on her clit.  That he did.  It started out with licks like a
lick on an ice cream cone.  But it ended with her clit area in his mouth,
sucking, licking and she couldn't tell what all else he was doing.  But
whatever it was, it was great.  This time she didn't get one of those
little cummies Angela had been giving her, this was a full blast cum.  She
could only lie there moaning through it.  Floating on a cloud higher than
the sky.

   But things weren't over yet.  Stan moved up and with his turgid cock he
inserted himself right into the girl.  His finger wasn't lying she was
tight.  This was oh so right this was the way Stan loved them.  He began
slow.  But he moved faster when she reached down and grabbed his butt
pulling him into herself.

   He even heard her say under her breath, "Give it to me daddy."

   Daddy or not, Stan was giving it to her.  That cloud she had floated up
to was shattered into pieces as she exploded.  Stan did likewise.  He
hadn't cum in at least three weeks.  He had no time to jack off.  She got
all of his saved up cum.  It was overflowing her tiny pussy.

   Angela watched in jealous envy as she saw her cousin headed off for the
land of bliss.  But she really didn't have anything to complain about.  She
got her own cum only a minute later as she pumped her pussy with two
fingers while her other hand was rubbing her clit so much and so hard you'd
think she'd have worn it down to nothing.  She let out a satisfied,
"AHHHH," as she finished.  That caused the other two lovers to look over at
her and laugh.

   It took a minute of Angela lying there before she could do anything. 
She might have gotten her cum, but, she wasn't looking for one from her
right hand.  She could get that at home.  In fact she could get that from
Cecelia's hand at home.  No, she needed another one.  This time with that
big hard dick of Stan's drilling the insides of her.  The trouble was, his
dick wasn't so hard.  She would have to do something about it.

   "Stan, if I get you hard, will you put in me?" Angela said, trying to
strike a bargain.

   "Sure why not?  What'cha gonna do to get me hard?" He said with a smile.

   "You'll see," she said.  She moved over closer to him, or more properly
said, to his cock.  She took it in her mouth and began to lick it.  She was
cleaning it of all of his cum that was still on it.  She could also taste
the juices of her cousin, not like she hadn't tasted that before.  It was a
taste she liked.  But she liked the taste of Stan's cum better.

   When she cleaned him all up with her mouth, she went to the well to draw
up more of that delicious cum.  She planted her face between her cousin's
legs and began to lick her pussy.  She was doing it different then Stan did
it.  Different even than the way she did it when she licked out Cecelia
normally.  No, her goal was to get that cum she knew Stan had hidden away
up inside her.  She wanted it, and she was going to have it.  She sent her
tongue up into that pussy hole.  She lapped it up like a kitten laps cream.
This was the cream this little kitty wanted, and she got it, all of it. 
All that Cecelia hadn't already drawn up into her womb, hoping for it to
reach that egg, that wouldn't be coming down for sometime to come.

   While she got the cum, in the process, she ended up giving her cousin
another little cummie.  But that wasn't the only thing she did.  The sight
of the girls engaged in some hot lesbian loving was enough to make Stan
stand up and take notice.  Or at least that part of him she was most
interested in.

   Stan was ready.  Angela lie back and spread her legs, that was an open
invitation to him, that she had a nice warm, and tight place to put that
pole of his.  He jumped on her and she guided him into her love den.  No
need for gentle niceties.  He began to saw into her.  She got it hot and
heavy.  She couldn't have loved it any more.  For that matter, neither
could he.  Stan was giving it to her like an old steam drill.  He was
pumping into her with abandon, suddenly it was like he was stopped.  Her
pussy was closed to him.  The whole thing was spasming.  It was clamping
down tight.  But tight was Stan's middle name.  No way was he going to be
denied entrance to so tight a pussy.  His dick barged its way up there. 
Oh, what tightness he found there.  It took only four strokes in such a
constrained cunt and he was pouring out what he had left in his balls.  He
still had some left.  He gave Cecelia a good amount, but he had so much in
him there was more than enough left for Angela.

   The girls recovered faster than him and scampered off to use the shower.
They came to find Stan still resting.  Once they were dressed, he followed
them to the door and sent them off with a kiss each.  Before locking the
door and going back to take a nap.

   When Carla got home, she wanted to go over Stan's schedule for the next
school year.  She wanted to make sure he had everything done so he could
graduate from high school.  She was proud when she graduated and wanted the
same for her son, even if he didn't go to college.

   He insisted he wanted to take the final year of German, and he could
take another auto shop class this time, dealing with electrical systems of
the cars.  He hadn't taken his science classes, so this semester was
biology.  He needed to take US government, so that was added to the list.
He hadn't taken English grammar.  He should have taken that back in his
first year, so he needed to do that now.  He need to take a physical ed
class he chose swimming.

   Even with a full load of classes, he was still able to work part time at
the garage after school.  He was now tasked with doing simple things, but
he was doing them on his own.  He could talk to Dean Rowen or one of the
mechanics if he was unsure of how to do things.  But he managed most of the
stuff himself.  He was also there every Saturday now.

   They worked him pretty hard, but they paid him well.  He was now getting
what one of the mechanics would get for doing the job.  He was giving some
of it to his mother, most of the rest of it went into a bank account. 
Carla was always big on saving for a rainy day.

   When Christmas vacation came, they were snowed in.  People weren't
driving their cars because they were buried in snow.  Stan got work
shoveling snow.  Carla was still able to get to work because she took the
subway up to the garment district.

   Once school was back in session, he was taking his last semester of
classes.  He swapped out English, which he was now finished, with world
history, which he still needed.  Biology was changed for geology.  He took
a basic psychology class.  He had done all the auto shops he was allowed,
so he took another class with Mr.  Carson, who was easily his favorite
teacher: electrical shop.  Mr.  Brenner, the German teacher, was pretty
cool too, Stan figured.  That was part of the reason he took all four

years of German, also he did very well in the class.  It was now swimming
season, and the team took over the pool.  So Stan spent his last semester
doing badminton.  He enjoyed that.  It was a co-ed class, and he got to
play with and against the girls.  The high school girls were cool, but they
didn't turn him on very much.

   Stan had gone through all high school without a girlfriend if you didn't
count the platonic dates with Katie.  Some wondered if he was gay.  But
Stan had never lacked for female company, especially his first two years.
He was getting all the pussy he could want from the girls that came to
listen to him play.  Tessa was a frequent visitor in his bed.  Then there
were Nardina and Angela.  Lately, she had brought along Cecelia.  Along the
way, there were a few other girls joining him in his room.  Not all of them
went all the way, so he didn't always need his red towel with them.  One
thing all those girls had in common, they were all from intermediate
school, or elementary school.  They were all young and most of them were
flat.  He loved those flat girls.

   Summer `71

   The next month came and Carla was so proud to see him graduate.  She
came to the graduation.  She took a bunch of photos of him there.  She met
some of his friends, ones she didn't already know.  She met some of his
teachers, too.  Stan made a point of introducing her to Mr.  Carson.  He
told some of the girls in his circle to about the graduation.  Some of them
showed up to see him graduate.

   He was out of high school, but what to do with his life?  He didn't
know. Dan Lewis offered him a full-time job as a mechanic.  He took the
job. He liked the work, and he was good at it.  He got experience doing a
lot of different things.  He just couldn't see himself working everyday
like Dean Rowen, working for someone else.  Maybe he could save enough
money to start his own shop some day.

   When August came, he had turned 18.  He now had to register for the
draft.  The war was still going on in Vietnam.  Hopefully it would end
before too long.  He kept up that hope all the while working in the garage.
They kept saying they would end it.

   Stan spent the year working.  He didn't have time for the young girls,
and he wasn't putting on his concerts like had in the past.  It was work,
work, work for him.  It was OK, because he liked the work and the guys at
the garage were good company.  He did keep an eye on the developments in
the wider world.